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 Dominica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Japan,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.