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 Vanuatu 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Soul Sonic Force 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.