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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Junior Murvin,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.