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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Max Romeo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.