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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.