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 Albania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.