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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.