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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
John Cale,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Visage,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Can,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.