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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.