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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Grass Roots to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.