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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.