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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Zapp,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.