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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.