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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Technova,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.