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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.