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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
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 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 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Pole,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.