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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.