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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.