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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Nas,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.