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 Slovenia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.