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 Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Organ,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.