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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wire,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.