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 Tunisia and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 A Flock of Seagulls 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Fear,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.