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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.