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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Liliput,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.