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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Minutemen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.