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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Symarip,
Ten City,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.