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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Cramps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
CMW,
The Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
KRS-One,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.