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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Dave Gahan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Move,
cv313,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
La Düsseldorf,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.