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 Pakistan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.