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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.