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 Burundi and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
UT,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.