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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.