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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.