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 Sierra Leone 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.