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 Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Wire,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.