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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Dawn Penn to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.