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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.