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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.