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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.