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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Crime,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.