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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Technova,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.