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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.