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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
The Human League,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Supertramp,
The Move,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.