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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.