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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.