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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.