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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.