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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.