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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.