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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ten City to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Angels of Light,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.