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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.