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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
the Association,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Rekid,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.