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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.