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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.