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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.