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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
the Human League,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.