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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.