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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Womack to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Franke,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.