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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
ABBA,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.