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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.