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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.