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 Bahrain and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Lakeside,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.