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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.