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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.