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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.