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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
10cc,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Index,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.