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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 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 The Star Department to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.