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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.