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 Nepal 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.