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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.