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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mad Mike to the grunge 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Gong,
The Busters,
Sparks,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Qualms,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.