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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Nirvana,
Can,
Delta 5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.