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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
the Germs,
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.