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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.