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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.