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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 Halifax and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Unwound to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.