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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.