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 Uzbekistan and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
AZ,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.