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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.