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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.