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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.