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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.