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 Guinea-Bissau and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Smog,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Gong,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.