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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Harmonia to the punk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
AZ,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.