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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.