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 France 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.