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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
Cluster,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.