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 Brunei and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
X-101,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.