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 Sierra Leone and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.