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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Severed Heads,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Whodini,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.