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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
Franke,
June of 44,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.