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 Monaco 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.