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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Bauhaus,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.