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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cramps to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.