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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.