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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.