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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
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 New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Nik Kershaw to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Brick,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.