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 Tunisia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.