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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.