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 Solomon Islands 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.