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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
DNA,
KRS-One,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.