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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.