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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rock 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.