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 Gambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.