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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Second Layer,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.