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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
DNA,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.