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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.