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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.