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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 New York and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Nas,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Mars,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.