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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Groovy Waters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
The Residents,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Buzzcocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.