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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 The Five Americans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.