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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.