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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.