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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.