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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.