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 Togo and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.