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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.