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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.