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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Chocolate Watch Band 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Television,
Bluetip,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.