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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.