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 China and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
The Sound,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Don Cherry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.