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 Africa 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.