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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Franke,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.