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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Wake to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.