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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 T.S.O.L. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.