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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sällskapet to the grime 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.