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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.