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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.