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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.