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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Smog,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.