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 Syria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.