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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
The Index,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.