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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.