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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.