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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.