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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.