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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Nas,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Motions,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.