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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.