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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.