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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Royal Trux,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.