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 Andorra and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.