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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.