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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
John Cale,
Section 25,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Blossom Toes,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.