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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.