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 Ireland and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
Wire,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.