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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.