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 Lebanon and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.