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 Moldova and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Arab on Radar,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
10cc,
the Association,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.