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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Minor Threat to the crunk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.