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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
UT,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
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.