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 Somalia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.