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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yazoo,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.