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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.