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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tim Buckley to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
EPMD,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.