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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Bluetip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
AZ,
Visage,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.