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 Maldives and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.