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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.