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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.