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 Zambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.