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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fugazi to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.