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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
ABC,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.