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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Japan,
Motorama,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.