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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.