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 Chile and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.