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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Pole,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
Organ,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.