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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.