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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Suicide,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.