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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.