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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lalann,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.