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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 John Cale to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.