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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Hoover,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Pylon,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.