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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.