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 East Timor and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bobby Womack 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
New Order,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Wire,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.