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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
The New Christs,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.