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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.