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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.