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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Q and Not U,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.