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 Monaco 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ken Boothe,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.