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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.