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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Khruangbin to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
The Residents,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Grey Daturas,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.