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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Can,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Yazoo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.