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 El Salvador and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.