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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.