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 Estonia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.