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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.