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 Malawi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.