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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 Ronnie Foster 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.