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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.