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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.