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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.