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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.