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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.