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 Albania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Sparks to the grime 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
The Names,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.