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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the electroclash 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.