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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Buckinghams,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.