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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Slave to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.