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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Zapp,
Gong,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.