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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.