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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 PIL to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.