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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Japan,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.