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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Quadrant,
Gong,
June Days,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.