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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.