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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Five Americans to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.