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 Tajikistan and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Pole,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.