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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.