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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.