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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Liliput,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Durutti Column,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.