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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 the Swans to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.