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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
The Durutti Column,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
The Remains,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
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.