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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.