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 Palau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
UT,
Kayak,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.