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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.