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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moleskins to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.