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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Infiniti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.