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 Sierra Leone and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bob Dylan 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.