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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Neon Judgement to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Television,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.