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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Offenders to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.