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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.