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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.