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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.