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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.