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 Botswana and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angry Samoans,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.