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 Solomon Islands 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.