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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.