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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
OOIOO,
The Move,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.