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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
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.