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 Sudan and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Sound to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.