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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Pole,
Sparks,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
MDC,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.