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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.