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 Germany and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.