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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
X-102,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.