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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.