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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Suicide to the dance 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Pagans,
The Fall,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.