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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 The Cure to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.