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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Fuzztones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Pole,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.