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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.