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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nik Kershaw to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.