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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.