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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Reuben Wilson,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
Stetsasonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.