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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
Gong,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
The Litter,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.