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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Stetsasonic,
In Retrospect,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.