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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.