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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.