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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
The Evens,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.