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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.