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 Tonga and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.