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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
X-101,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.