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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.