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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.