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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 June of 44 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.