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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Barrington Levy 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Aural Exciters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Hoover,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.