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 Suriname and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Moleskins 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
New Order,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.