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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.