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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.