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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angry Samoans to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Sparks,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.