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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.