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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Index,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.