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 Tonga and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Brand Nubian,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.