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 Panama and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quadrant,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.