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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dead Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.