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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
a-ha,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Pussy Galore,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.