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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Average White Band,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.