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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Suicide to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.