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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.