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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.