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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Wire to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.