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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Make Up,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Laurel Aitken,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.