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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.