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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Silicon Teens,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.