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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.