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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.