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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
The Evens,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Unwound,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.