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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.