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 Liechtenstein and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Organ,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Slave,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.