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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.