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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Lyres,
Echospace,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
Quantec,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
Television,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.