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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
The Associates,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.