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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.