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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Nico,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.