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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dawn Penn,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.