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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
ABC,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.