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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Magma,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Theoretical Girls,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.