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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Television,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.