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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Radio Birdman,
Delta 5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Q65,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.