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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Circle Jerks to the techno 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
AZ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.