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 Maldives and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sex Pistols to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Liliput,
The Mummies,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.