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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Techniques,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.