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 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Ken Boothe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.