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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
D'Angelo,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.