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 Belize 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Hashim,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Can,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Scion,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.