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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
the Association,
Dark Day,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.