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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
CMW,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Japan,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.