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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.