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 Micronesia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.