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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.