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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.