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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.