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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boredoms to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.