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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.