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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Ossler to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
a-ha,
Ludus,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.