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 Nepal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Can,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Visage,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.