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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.