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 Grenada and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The Martian,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.