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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television Personalities,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.