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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.