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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.