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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.