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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 mellotron 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerri Chandler,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.