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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.