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 Burkina and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Fear,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.