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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.