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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.