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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Associates to the disco 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 The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.