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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.