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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.