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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Gun Club to the rap 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
D'Angelo,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.