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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.