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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
CMW,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.