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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.