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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Technova,
Zapp,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.