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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.