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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Prince Buster,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Nico,
The Sound,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.