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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Severed Heads,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.