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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.