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 China and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Wings,
the Germs,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.