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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.