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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Skaos,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.