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 Guyana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.