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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.