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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
The Move,
June of 44,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.