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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.