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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Whodini,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.