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 Nauru and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 UT to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
JFA,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
The Busters,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.