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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.