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 Russia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.