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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.