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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.