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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.