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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Motorama,
The Cure,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.