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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.