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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.