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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.