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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Can,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.