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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Pagans to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Judy Mowatt,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.