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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Black Flag,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.