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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
The Names,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.