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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.