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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Guru Guru,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.