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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.