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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.