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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
cv313,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.