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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.