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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
T.S.O.L.,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.