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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.