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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.