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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Basic Channel to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.