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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Newcleus,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.