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 Panama and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Q65,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.