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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan 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?
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.