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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.