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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.