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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hashim,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.