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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.