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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.