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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Slave,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.