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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Wings,
The Residents,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Q65,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
The Leaves,
Brothers Johnson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.