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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Crime,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.