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 Belize and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 guitar 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Excepter,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Visage,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.