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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
New Order,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.