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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
X-102,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.