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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.