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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Circle Jerks to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.