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 Denmark and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.