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 the UAE and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.