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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Scion,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.