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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Erykah Badu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.