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 Netherlands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
The Busters,
cv313,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.