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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
UT,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Television,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.