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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Gong,
New Order,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
The Move,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.