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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.