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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Mark Hollis,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Nas,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.