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 France 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.