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 Chile 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.