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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Model 500 to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.