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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Monks,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.