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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mars,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Interpol,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.