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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Mummies 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.