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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Ossler 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Bill Wells,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Oneida,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
the Swans,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.