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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Sight & Sound to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.