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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Walker Brothers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Pylon,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.