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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Can,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.