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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.