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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
The Gories,
Franke,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.