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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
10cc,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.