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 Kenya and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.