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 Grenada and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Rapeman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Hoover,
AZ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Organ,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.