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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Moebius to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.