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 Canada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 oboe 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 AZ to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Television,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.