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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.