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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Black Flag to the rock 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
UT,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
MC5,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.