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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.