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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.