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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Deakin to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.