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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.