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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Aaron Thompson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Main Source,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.