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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yellowson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.