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 Nepal and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Faraquet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Visage,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Main Source,
AZ,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.