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 Finland and from Portland.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.