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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.