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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Oneida,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.