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 Gabon and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.