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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.