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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.