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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Tommy Roe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.