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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.