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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Glenn Branca 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Monks,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.