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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
The Move,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.