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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Lou Reed 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 The Last Poets to the dance 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Aswad,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.