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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.