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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
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,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.