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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.