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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Victims to the funk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Skriet,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.