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 Philippines and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.