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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.