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 Mauritius 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.