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 Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Average White Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.