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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Gong,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.