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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The J.B.'s to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Motorama,
X-101,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.