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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Crime,
Smog,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.