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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Technova,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.