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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.