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 Burundi and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.