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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pagans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Loose Ends,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.