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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cramps to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
cv313,
MC5,
Chrome,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.