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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Evens to the grunge 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.