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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Barbara Tucker,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Public Image Ltd.,
Godley & Creme,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.