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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Wire,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.