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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Cosmic Jokers 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
X-101,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Icehouse,
Japan,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The New Christs,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.