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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Oblivians,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.