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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
Technova,
Crime,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.