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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.