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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.