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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
X-101,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Q65,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.