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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the grime 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Brick,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.