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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeru the Damaja,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.