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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the grunge 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.