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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
The Skatalites,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.