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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.