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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Index,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.