Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Faust,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Pantytec,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.