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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Magazine,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Pole,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Clear Light,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.