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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the disco 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
the Germs,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Althea and Donna,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.