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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
Visage,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.