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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.