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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Stooges to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
The Move,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.