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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.