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 Algeria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
MDC,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.