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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.