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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Wings,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.