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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.