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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.