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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
PIL,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.