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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.