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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Hashim,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Can,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.