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 Kuwait and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.