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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.