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 Cyprus and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Red Krayola to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
DNA,
Franke,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Minutemen,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.