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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Iggy Pop to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.