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 Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Q65,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.