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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.