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 Belize and from Accra.
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 Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.