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 Honduras and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.