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 Belize and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.