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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.