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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Wire,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Japan,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.