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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.