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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Intrusion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Harmonia,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.