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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Slackers,
Wasted Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.