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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.