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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub 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?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
The Move,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & 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.