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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.