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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers,
Tim Buckley,
Angry Samoans,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.