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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ornette Coleman,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.