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 Peru and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brick to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Rufus Thomas,
Suburban Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.