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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.