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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.