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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
PIL,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.