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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Magma,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.