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 Cambodia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Magma,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
Darondo,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.