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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Subhumans,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.