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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Brick,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
The Standells,
Index,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.