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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.