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 Djibouti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
New Order,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.