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 Namibia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rekid 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.