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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
The Victims,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.