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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.