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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Ludus,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.