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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Pantytec to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.