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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Trojans to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Last Poets,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
JFA,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.