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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Whodini,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.