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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Victims,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.