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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
cv313,
Lakeside,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool Moe Dee,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.