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 Mali and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
June Days,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.