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 Kiribati 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.