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 Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.