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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.