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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
the Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.