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 Germany and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.