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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.