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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
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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.