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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Pole,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.